Happy Friday Everyone,
Today is my last day in Hawaii. Tomorrow, I board a plane for California. As bummed as I am to leave the beauty of Hawaii and my friends behind, I actually am looking forward to the departure because I get to be with my family this weekend. The reason for the reunion falls on sad terms as March 29th will mark the one year of my dad’s death. While it is an incredibly sad anniversary, I am comforted by the fact that my family will be together. On Sunday, we plan to plant the vegetable garden; we used to work in the garden pretty much every Sunday growing up. My dad used to always say, “The family that works together, stays together.” He was correct about that. As begrudgingly as my brothers and I would start up the lawn mower or slump over to pick up a hose, it was these days that we now remember fondly because all six of us were there sharing in the experience.
In Hawaii, I thought of Dad many times. One particular incident was when we struck up a conversation with a fellow beach dweller. He told us that he went to Bellarmine, the high school that my father, my brothers and my husband went to. He graduated in ’61, my father in ’63 and so I asked if he knew of “Don Imwalle.” His response was “Oh yeah, Imwalle; everyone knew Imwalle.” He later asked me to ask my dad if he remembered him. I assured him that he would with a smile on my face but inside; I yearned for him to be able to answer that question. However, even though he isn’t a phone call away, I could feel him around. I could feel his presence when we watched the sun go down with a cocktail in hand, when we went on the very same beach walk that he and my mom have walked just a few years ago and when we were preparing fresh fish and veggies on the grill.
I thought I’d end this weekend with pictures of gardens since my family will be working on planting one this weekend. I hope we all have a chance to dig our hands in soil; nothing is more gratifying then a green thumb.
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